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Before the birthday party even began, Jeannie Collins cast her phone screen onto the large display in the private room. Then she started an anonymous poll in the group chat she shared with all our mutual friends. The question was simple: [Should I stay with my boyfriend to cut the birthday cake tonight, or go with my childhood friend to his movie premiere?] Thirty seconds. The countdown began. The numbers kept climbing. [Childhood friend: 17 votes.] [Boyfriend: 1 vote.] Everyone assumed that one vote was mine. Jeannie leaned back against the couch, glanced at the results, and smiled. "Majority rules." Marvin Snyder immediately slipped the movie tickets into her hand. "Looks like eve

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

Silver light engulfed him. “…I choose to stay.” The black eye suddenly widened. Its voice held an alarm. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Noxaris slowly raised his hand. And the entire sky stopped moving. Every crack froze. Every star became still. Even time seemed to hesitate. The Last of the First Ones looked directly at the End. Then he spoke. His voice echoed like a vow. “This time…” Silver light consumed the heavens. ”…you don’t get to them.” And then Noxaris smiled. And snapped his fingers.

It was the only word I had. The bar stopped blinking. You can see me? I've been hearing you for ten thousand years. I climbed up onto its shoulder, which was surprisingly warm. Everybody always says don't, and nobody ever says it to you. Say what? Don't be alone. I put my fist against its side. It's quite simple. I was the last person to say it to anybody. I think it's still my best one. Odessa I understood it in a rush, the way you understand you've been holding your breath.

It took me eight years to help my cellist wife, Selena Heart, overcome her isolation and self-destructive tendencies, survive multiple suicide attempts and finally make it to the Aurelian Hall in Valdena—a stage reserved for the world's finest performers. During her darkest year, she could barely hold her bow. I was the one who kept finding her locked away in her room and staying by her side through every loss of control and breakdown. She wrote her first complete piece, titled My Dearest Love, for me and said she would play it for me for the rest of my life. Once Selena became famous, her schedule filled up with concerts around the world. She was so busy that she could spare only ten min

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

"I'm not going to let you ruin that Girls life Leo, it's a promise" Was the last thing he heard before he passed out. _______________

Jenny’s thoughts returned to wondering who this man could be? “Cole?” The old man asked again. The mystery man looked up only just realising he was at the café. “Oh um. Vanilla Latte. Medium.” He turned around and walked out of the café still focusing on his phone. Rude Jenny thought as she jutted away on the screen. “Won’t be long Mr Sanders. I’ll just get your danish.” The order dockets printed as Mr Sanders tapped him Amex card on the little machine next to the till.

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They opened the casket. The priest soon said a small prayer. Hymns were sung and Theo’s favorite song, Ghost town by Adam Lambert, was even played. Then came the part I dreaded. Seeing him for the last time. One by one, we went to see our friend for the very last time. When it was my turn, my chest tightened, and I felt as though my world was falling apart. My steps were slow and heavy, yet I still got to the casket.